Disappointing

I still haven't managed to kick this cold. I've gone through one "family-size" jug and two large cartons of orange juice this week. I hate juice. I've had uncountably many large cups of ginger tea. I've gone to bed early every single night. I'm still snotty and prone to dehydration. I'm hoping this phase is its death-throes.

Also, the double-batch of the vegan crumb cake I just made had a depressingly sandy crumb topping — that was not what I was going for. I'm going to have to consider making just the cake itself in the future.

In good news, Kara (and I) really enjoyed getting into the sunshine today, socializing with random people in our townhouse complex and exploring the smatterings of nature I allowed her to handle freely.